Fen piosenki

Prostrate we are On bended knee and foreheads pressed against the earth Stained with blood The altar is crimson yet the soils remain unslaked Before the vastness of the megalith Under the glare of a thousand veiled stares So much more needed More to be...

Many have been those who walked before me But few now remain on these blasted paths Where once we stood and gathered as one Fragmented now are those of the unbound We stood and watched as the sky turned to fire And the sacred hollows of old were sundered...

Embrace the fallen leaves of the burned Cry havoc these paeans of woe Ten thousand sins sliced upon the canvas Of a furnace as yet undimmed The furnace is undimmed These pyres scar a torpid sky Steepled are the burning mounds These offerings to eterni...

To march again and again Under the sanguine banners that draped the skies Clouds rain sodden ash and her eyes stream with tears All that lies before us Carrion seas and vulpine cries Carrion seas and vulpine cries Aeons crushed Time-lapse devastation...

From the moss-wreathed skin A whisper of eternity The arms of the soil-bound sun A heart that beats and speaks in dust The teeth of worship Spread their message to the stars The time etched spine that turns the earth That builds a bridge beyond These...

Embers settle on a sanguine shroud With each cycle it sinks further Beneath twilight’s burnished rind 

And the black sound resumes once again Stronger and louder and colder this time And I yearn to return to the place of my dreams To shed the anchor of a slowly rotting tomb 

From the utmost depths In blackest earth-flesh entombed I have arisen again The bedrock cracked by celestial vengeance Mountains cleft in twain Forests cindered by starfire Stir me from this greatest slumber Blood runs once more Blood of the forgotte...

We have stood for centuries Sentinels that frame the sky We have felt the exhalation Of souls passed under us We have trembled in the cold winds That lash the soils of death We have drawn upon the poisoned strength Of earth steeped in sorrow Our limb...

Labyrinth of soil, twisting, writhing, ever changing, All life returns here, Death, decomposition rebirth. Ancient barrows exhale and beckon with hands of stone, I move towards the welcoming black, Allow my being to merge with the earth. And the soul wand...

And thus No headstone will mark our passing No mourners shall pay tribute No tithes to those who surrender to blackness No offerings for those entombed in this barren land The bells toll only within the strata of lost ages Earth, death, time and sor...

As if through a web of obsidian silk My sight returns as from a dream A dream empty of thoughts and sounds and visions And I remember it being one of the most beautiful places I had ever been I had never before that point known such peace A winter for t...

With the scent of damp ground and woodsmoke, Nature’s incense unfurls Sated by carrion, the watchers land and gather Branches hang heavy as they observe For their memory, for their pain, For their very essence I walk the Crowpath 

Dissolved in the vortex, alone in this moment The road behind now lost in shadow I’ll hold on to this sun I can’t stop myself from Fading 

Punchy mam arsenał, z precyzją wybieram cele Jedno słowo i wystrzele, jakbym był Kanonierem Wybaczyć musicie mi, że na was klnę i pluję W ogóle nad tym nie panuje #Yaya Tourette Nadal czuje się silny i to jest cenny atut Gwarantuję, że nie zmarnuje skills...